Thursday, December 18, 2008

Why do I write these wordsWhen everything is just the sameThere are no syllables that can be saidThe feelings are like tiny birdsFlitting back and forth from which they cameThe nebulous center of my head

Why do I say these thingsWhen they can not really be given a voiceSimple letters will never be enoughA feather alone can not be wingsThree words to express is a poor choiceFinding the right ones has proven tough

I love you will never be rightIt can not make the feeling be knownThere is no way for it to be trueJoy and Laughter and The sun so brightExistent being beyond my ownThere is so much more than I love you